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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.