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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Suicide,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.