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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.