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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.