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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Gong,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.