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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.