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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.