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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.