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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.