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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.