Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.