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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.