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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.