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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Wire,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.