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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.