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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
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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.