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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.