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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.