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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.