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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.