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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
X-102,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.