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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.