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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.