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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.