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 Guinea and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.