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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Lindisfarne 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.