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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.