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 Ghana and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.