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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Television,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.