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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Smog,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.