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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.