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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.