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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.