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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.