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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 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 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.