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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.