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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.