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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.