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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Selecter to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.