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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Index,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.