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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.