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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Tim Buckley 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.