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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.