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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.