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 Brunei and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.