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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.