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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.