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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.