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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.