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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.