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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.