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 Thailand and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 UT to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.