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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.