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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.