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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Shoche,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.