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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.