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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.