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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Interpol to the punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.