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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Niagra,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.