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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.