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 Egypt and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Wire,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.