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 Syria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.