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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
June of 44,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.