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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.