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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.