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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.