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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.