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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.