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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.