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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 clarinet 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Excepter,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.