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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cramps to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.