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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.