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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.