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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.