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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.