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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
John Holt,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.