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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.