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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Can,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.