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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.