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 Congo 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.