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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
The Residents,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.