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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.