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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.