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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.