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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.