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 Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.