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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.