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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.