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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.