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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.