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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.