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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.