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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Organ,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.