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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.