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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lyres 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.