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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.