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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Neu!,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
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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.