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 Norway and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.