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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.