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 Georgia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Leaves to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.