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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
the Association,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.