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 Andorra and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.