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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Swans,
Lyres,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.