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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.