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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.