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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Can,
Quadrant,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.