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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.