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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.