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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.