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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.