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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Rakim,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.