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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.