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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.