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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.