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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Faust,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.