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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Organ,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.