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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Magma,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.