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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.