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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.