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 Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.