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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.