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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.