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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Cameo to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.