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 Spain and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Make Up,
The Names,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Television,
the Slits,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.