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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.