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 Italy 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.