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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.