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 Palau 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.