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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.