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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pole to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.