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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.