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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.