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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.