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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.