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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Monks,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.