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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.