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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.