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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Television,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.