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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Can,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.