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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.