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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Eddi Front 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.