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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.