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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Monks,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.