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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.