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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.