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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Skarface,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.