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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.