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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.