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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.