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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Smog,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.