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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Interpol,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.