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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Fear,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.