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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Fall to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.