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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cramps to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.