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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.