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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.