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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.