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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.