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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.