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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.