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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.