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 Belize and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Cymande to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.