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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.