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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Wings,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.