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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.