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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.