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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.