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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.