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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
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.