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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.