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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.