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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.