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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.