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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Whodini to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.