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 Australia 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 Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.