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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Nico 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.