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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.