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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.