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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Q65,
Josef K,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A 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.