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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.