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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.