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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.