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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.