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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
UT,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.