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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.