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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
DNA,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.