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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.