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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.