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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.