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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.