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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Slave,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.