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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.