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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.