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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Lyres,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.