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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.