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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Can,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.