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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.