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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.