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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Gong,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.