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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.