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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.