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 Austria 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.