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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Crime,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.