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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.