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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.