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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.