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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Dead C 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
The Index,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.