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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Q65,
Organ,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.