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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.