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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Wire to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.