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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Scion,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.