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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Ituana,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.