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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
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.