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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.