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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.