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 Comoros and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.