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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.