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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Visage,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.