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 Fiji 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.