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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Mars,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.