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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.