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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.