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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.