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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.