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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.