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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.