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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.