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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Scion,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.