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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.