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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
John Holt,
Mars,
Zapp,
X-102,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Magma,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.