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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.