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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.