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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.