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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.