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 Ukraine 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.