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 Djibouti 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.