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 Uruguay 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.