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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.