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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.