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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.