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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.