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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.