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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.