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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.