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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.