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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.