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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Index,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.