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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.