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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Faust,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.