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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.