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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Can,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.