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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.