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 East Timor 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.