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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Happenings 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.