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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.