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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Organ,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.