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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.