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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Visage,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
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.