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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.