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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.