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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.