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 Brazil 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.