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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Excepter,
JFA,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
The Human League,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.