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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.