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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.