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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
X-102,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.