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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.