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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.