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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Japan,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.