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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Whodini,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.