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 Togo 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.