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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.