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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Monks,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Television,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.