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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Index,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.