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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.