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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 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 grunge 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 808 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Scion,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
the Slits,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.