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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.