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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Index,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
New Order,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.