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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Wings,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.