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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Normal to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Gong,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.