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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
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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.