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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.