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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Nas,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.