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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.