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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Smog,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.