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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The 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.