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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Moebius,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.