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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Pagans,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.