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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Mars,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.