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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.