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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.