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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
cv313,
Audionom,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.