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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.