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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.