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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Main Source 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
DNA,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.