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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.