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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.