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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pylon to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
UT,
The Names,
Fear,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.