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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
The Monks,
ABC,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.