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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.