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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.