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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.