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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.