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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.