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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.