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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Swans,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.