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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
The Move,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.