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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.