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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.