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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.