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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.