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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.