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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.