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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.