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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
UT,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.