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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.