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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.