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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.