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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.