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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.