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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Martian to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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 Cowsills,
The Smiths,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.