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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.