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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.