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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.