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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Searchers to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.