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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.