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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Television,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.