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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.