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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.