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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.