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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.