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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.