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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.