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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.