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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
JFA,
The Remains,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.