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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.