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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.