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 Gambia and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.