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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Monks 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.