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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Sound,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.