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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.