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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.