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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.