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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
The Index,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.