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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Nico to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Crime,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.