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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Television,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.