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 Costa Rica 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.