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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Franke,
Swans,
Flipper,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.