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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.