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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motions 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.