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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.