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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.