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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.