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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.