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 Syria and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.