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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Brick,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.