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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.