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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.