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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.