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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.