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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.