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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.