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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Index,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.