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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.