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 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.