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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.