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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Star Department to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.