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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.