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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.