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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Can,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.