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 Jamaica 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.