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 Argentina 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.