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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.