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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
June Days,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.