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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.