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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.