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 Argentina and from London.
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 Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.