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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Television,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.