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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.