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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.