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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.