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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Cramps to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.