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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Kinks to the electroclash 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.