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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Barracudas to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.