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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.