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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.