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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.