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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.