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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Organ,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.