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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Nico,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.