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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Index,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.