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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.