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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.