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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA 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?
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.