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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.