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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Jandek,
The Human League,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.