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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Can,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.