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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Japan,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.