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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 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 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.