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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Franke,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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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.