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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Nico,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.