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 Libya 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.