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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.