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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.