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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.