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 Georgia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.