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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Technova,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.