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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.