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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.