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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.