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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Slave,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Pole,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.