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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.