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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
New Order,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.