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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Qualms,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.