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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.