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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
ABC,
Fear,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.