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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Skaos,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.