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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.