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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.