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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.