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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.