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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.