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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.