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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.