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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.