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 Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
DNA,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.