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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Can,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.