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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
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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.