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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.