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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.