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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.