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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.