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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
The Busters,
cv313,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.