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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.