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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.