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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Fear,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.