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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.