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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.