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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.