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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.