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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.