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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
The Associates,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.