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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.