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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.