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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 sitar 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
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.