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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.