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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.