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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Slave,
Section 25,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.