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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.