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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.