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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Skaos to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.