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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.