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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.