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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Chrome to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.