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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
The Index,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.