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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.