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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.