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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.