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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.