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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Magma,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.