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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
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Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
New Order,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.