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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
CMW,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.