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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.