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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.