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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.