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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.