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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.