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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.