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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Q65,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.