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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.