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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.