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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.