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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Excepter,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Can,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.