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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.