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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Excepter,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.