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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Panda Bear 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.