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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.