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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
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 808 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Main Source,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.