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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Crime,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.