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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.