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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Can,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.