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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.