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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.