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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.