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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.