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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Can,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.