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 Canada 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.