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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.