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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.