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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.