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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.