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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.