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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.