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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.