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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.