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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.