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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.