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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.