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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.