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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Doors to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.