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 Libya 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.