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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Can,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.