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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.