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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 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 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.