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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.