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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.