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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.