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 Barbados and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.