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 Albania 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.