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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.