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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pulsallama 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.