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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 the Bar-Kays 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
UT,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Hoover,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.